Spoken In An Old Lady Voice

Comic, Playwright, Non-Essential Artist

When In Berkeley…

I moved to Los Angeles in 1995 amidst a flurry of condescending eye-rolls and pitiful looks followed by, “Why? I

Oh, 2016, you were a pain. Here I thought I had survived the death of my mother, turning 40, love/career disappointments,

Pastel Paisleys. A suit. My face reads, “Uh, He-ell no…this is going straight to the Salvation Army.” But my grandmother

I really wanted to like “Girls.” I admire Lena Dunham, she’s a woman writing and directing in Hollywood and that’s

“Here’s a bag of crap,” I said to the Super Cute Guy At Good Will. “One person’s crap is another

I’m helping my co-worker disepense of his children’s extraneous Halloween candy (fine, he stole it). He stashed away the Reese’s

In the 11th grade I joined the JV basketball team. Basketball didn’t really fit into my plans to conquer the